The lake darkens –
The voice of a chill wind
Is broken by sunlight.
I dream of winter
But I keep it secret
And smile to myself.
Between the lake and sky
The art of setting stones
is left to nature.
"…… we find beauty not in the thing itself but in the patterns of shadows, the light and the darkness, that one thing against another creates."
Tanizaki Junichiro, 'In Praise of Shadows'
Created on, and is of, the traditional country of the Ngarigo people.
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